Thursday, November 8, 2018

out and about

The Christchurch inner city-scape is an exciting melange of  skeletal half-buildings , exposed structures, pop up businesses, corporate glassware, vistas and open fields, panoramic jack rabbit dodgers, lime-green scooter shooters, signage boasting of constructionistical futures, corporate logo branding, high viz day-ware, tattoos 'n' piercings , polynesiana, wall-sized paintings. And then there's me, the news-presenter haircut boy with the brain thats way too aware of its peripheral body parts. Walkin' around, thinking people are calling me names. Yes, I must be a cop becuase i am know how to write. Best tattoo my forehead then! Yep, schizo-affective is such a bore so I drown me bloods in nerve deadeners that make it all more of a laugh than the nightmare it apparently is is is is.
Don't tell my manager - they run an abstinence model with which to keep the pretty public safe from my menace you see. And they don't want me to drop dead on their watch because itll make them look bad.
Music. Musicians in the late naughties , who were maybe in their 20s in the 90s, are an interesting lot. It's so great to see old rockers still doing it, living the dream, or re-living it. Some still retain a kind of excitement and ambition, they want to tour,  to get famous, to even get rich. Its for the love of it. Raise your hand if you are famous. A couple of years back I wrote the blog 'why i quit live music'. Quite an selfish amalgam of reasons, perhaps the essential one being the fact that I was not actually enjoying it anymore, getting old and tired, being contented with what i've already done (is that 'resting on yr laurels'?) ,working full time, being an terminal alcoholic, being mental generally, hating non-equal power dynamics, hating not having the money to have a good time, hating the get on-get off mechanics of the Melbourne music scene, getting no-where, finding better ways to express oneself etc, not having a car, never getting paid, not caring, realizing, witnessing and experiencing the down-side of the financialization of all culture, big-bopping, ride hopping, understanding determinism, becoming a bit of an essentialist as aside from an existentialist in my old age, smelling hair, spitting in peoples drinks, getting beat on by a whole band in 2010 was probably the last straw actually (None gallery underground where a group of young people schooled me in anarchism)
On coming back to New Zealand I've found many things easier to achieve - gigs are seemingly easier to organise. But I still have the hangups. And i keep saying yes. Yes to gigs.Yes to this, yes to that.
Im supposed to be all up for it and love music. Even though its a complete pain in the ass. And if you back out your some sort of weakling.
Art back black call . In blacker, we put a put adress for ones own inventions. Hadron, that blaster of mine puts needles on the inner. So, dragger, please choose ones destiny ? What will it be. Last week it was 'stand up comedian' the other it was 'electronic engineer' . The other week it was 'computer scientist'. Then it was 'acting' . Then it was 'online advaita fiend'. then it was 'beneficiary' . Humour the madman. Smile and Nod..Did you see Trumps great meet-the-press session this afternoon? Please oh house of houses - please investigate his tax returns. And while your at it, you may want to check out my extremely complex fiscal doings (you won't understand it). In blacker - it is a self-esteem issue, and people constantly mis-interpret, misunderstand , and mis-comprehend each others intent.  Thats life, Mr Ogilvie. Root out the memory.  Root out the bad-guys. Black hat wannabe. And want. to. be. In out and about. Breast. Eating. Breast. Beef Tallow.

review Mysterious Sea Peoples, Palace of Wisdom, the Ruling Elite , Hellfire Club


Sing a song of Six-pence. Power. Control. Power dynamicists alight. Nigga stop. So, bawdy is as bawdy does and this programming language is a pseudo-code amongst pseudo codes. You are buoyant and brimming with fire.
Each band here has a vocalist by the name of Andrew O'Connell (Ox).  Ox thinks on his feet! Ox is a kind of local bard, a kiwi shaman, an aetheric spokesperson. A soul-man. A confirmed Stoic - the party is Ox, Ox is having a party and the music is coming along for the ride - paradoxically each band is a discrete unit all unto itself .
If you listen carefully you'll make out lyrics of a high grade poignancy. Ox's lyrics are astute, knowing, seemingly able to call us all out for the hypocrites and scumbags ('scoom-bags') we all are. R. Ruby.
First up was the newly combined 'Mysterious Sea People', an ad-lib adventure - I used (someone elses) guitar over pre-recorded beat ( like a crude outing) but kept my mouth shut and riffed, block universe , mutli-core processor -
machine code and bristling nerve. Sasquatch. Secure-teams latest video. So sample and digital signal processing it. Ox lyricized on the spot. Moments evoking acts like Royal Trux or Sleaford Mods etc.
At times it was like outsider art. A sound person with compression techniques May have helped overall sound but hey, this was art and whammo you get what you get . Can't say whether the MSP will perform much. But it was a wonderful experiment and why the hell not. Fun lyrical soundbites can be exploited over at the facebook. Great references and on-the-spot sex-references
Next was the Ruling Elite. ( Fantastic musicianship and songcraft here. Modern post-jangle rockers. A type of folk music.  A rollicking , oscillating journey. Gone rock. Audience swelled with paying customers in dress up. Pliant. Entry level self selfing. Grabbing a packet, and delivering said packet through a routing system banged together with sellotape and bubble gum. ET phoned home. Angular Momentum. I think things were hyphenating.
And bang the songs played on. Oxes songs are stories and glories.
And then an old sixties proto skinhead feel came upon us as the Palace of Wisdom hit the stage. A woman in a burkha and the grief about things done that can't be changed. Whack-o-hack. Exclusionary. Evolutionary algorithms.   More great riff-rockers kept the night up and at 'em and the master of ceremonies didn't let up as he implanted his magical natural language codices into the interpersonal medium. Whiskey punt. Salamander. Hard left anarchism and riot channelling. Changelings. Is everything facebook? Has the world been facebooked? Will the old school ever be necessary again ? Like , its so handy to just whip up an event page - and the fact is - everyone hears about it so why even do posters?? I don't know. Posters are awesome. Ox has a great poster collection.
Bang up philosophical .

Monday, October 29, 2018

review::david kahn, black/black/blue, whispering city - darkroom

The day before the collective control-freakery that-is 'satan' fest was our show. Goths. Computer scientists. The experimenters and/or sound artists. Not being afraid to show your weakness is my idea of strength. At least in the free-world. Oh, the edges. The ex prisoners. Keep it hard y'all. Don't give a fuh' and make sure yr fellow inmates KNOW you won't stand down in a fight. Be crazy.  So David Kahn is testing fate and seemingly conjuring geophysical energies using very low pure tones, old-world melody through reverb and highly reverberated metal bar-stools patch miked and scraped across old wooden floors. Scrape goes the bloody Earth's damn tectonic plates/err Barstools. What an alien sonic! The floor scrape can evoke a truly ghostly noise . Satisfying ...
How many venues in Christchurch? They are all 'psycho-geographic'terrains with which to test ones bombastic non-theories. But goodly. And oft-times Godly. I say it. Anyhow. Do not let them become Temporary Autonomous Zones or the police won't come. And on came Black/Black/Blue. Searing/seething casio synth with effect. Slightly lower volume than I would've liked to have heard but hey - you get the idea. Its space. Its Antarctica. Its like, Antarctica is the collective unconscious of all of us South Islanders. That mass of white. We are in space. That atmosphere is an illusion - a nice buffer between the top of your head and the next solid object.
I tell you one thing about living here in the Christchurch, South Island . It is so much easier to play music here. To get gigs. To get more gigs. To get to gigs. To get home from gigs. To get a small crowd of lovely supportive schizoids down there with ya. Or is it me who'z the schizo, oh i dunnow.
To get giggery, to get, like what they call, action. Not so many hoops to jump down here, like. The communication protocols are simpler, less distributed - the packets are switched with ease here. Less channel hopping required. So, Black/.Black/Blue was like bleeding and we are reminded of what was happening in Christchurch sound art circles post-earthquake - The Auricle .
..And then there we were. The Whispering City. My palette was amp, multi-effects unit, digital short wave radio-thru-to-guitar pick-up, cassette walkman-thru-to-guitar-pickup , with old Crude 4 track cassettes loaded therein. Therewith. J-mz Notvs was a theremin d-vice , a network of digital /modular synthesisers, spade-as-guitar instrument, +plus lord knows what else. And our effect was less refined than show #1, my neurons were amphetaminized and angry, so what i propagated was maximally granular and chunky. Like there was no wave - just particles there.
Darkroom is a good ole' micro-room to test your hardware.
Big ups to Jesus. Satan is a freaking bore at times i tells ya. Death metallers are just cartoon characters. Did I say that? Sure did. No, they go thru with their visions.
Bing. Bang. Bong.



Tuesday, September 18, 2018

catching up with my radical mates ...

Truly, truly - this writer writes better than he talks to you. Truly, truly, 'tis the keyboard that mediates me thought proper, its is the mechanics of the forearms and fingers that help me convey whats going on in this here brain. So, if YOU are a reader of THIS blog, then I thank you for your time and support. I have had some good feedback on my rambling incoherent prose, which makes DOING IT a little more relevant. Smart systems. Trackers. RFID tech. So, the media is telling me this: if your in your 40s you better keep your freaking job because no-one wants to hire an oldy. The scoop.co.nz headline is : '45 and unemployable' . And then we have the automation revolution about to come. And the technology-driven unemployment that will inevitably come. And I think to myself - okay, I'm now what...43? Whats my motivation? Lucky i look young, right? Why bother.So, I've taken the Hamlet route. Well, maybe I am not quite feigning madness, I actually am quite mad. I have a schizoid personality, persistent anxiety issues and a bent love for getting intoxicated in many different ways. I would make a fantastic employee, wouldn't I , Loving Earth.
I should just GET A JOB i suppose. Picker Packer I am. Organizational Theory. And the RF technology. So it is this, the Christchurch city that houses the Cruder. Tough types, the Cantaburians.
I love those rogue bodies of the District Health Board of Canturbury, the pious ones who know better than those with lived experiences of addiction, the righteous ones who enforce out-dated modes of therapy. I love them the best. Incarcerated and controlled am I. But that is another story. A long and, for most of you healthy types - a tedious story.
The exciting news : RATS IN BATALLIONS is a recording project / thrash metal band I formed with Karl Leeden in Melbourne just before my deportation.. This is beautifully crafted thrash metal , old-school, powerful, punchy, and nasty . I will provide readers with a link to the online fruits of this project asap.
WHISPERING CITY is a re-established duo I am working on here in chch with j-mz robinson of NOTV> actually we are to GIG at THE DARK ROOM in Christchurch 27th Sept..
Snivels MacGowan - then theres mr snivvels. My attempt at Stand Up comedy. Boy oh boy , thats a tough gig. I am an absolute beginner and not sure if I gots the jokey gift but hey - I'll just keep on it and study a bit of Rhetoric, a bit of observation, a bit of political thought, a bit of absurdity and a bit of slapschtick. See this menace to the purity of Christchurchs anglican moral fibre at an open mic night somewhere near you. I won lotto.  Dates. Speaking of dates i hear from a friend of a friend that the best dates are the ones they manage to cultivate in saudi arabia which is the holy of holies in the muslim world. Symmetry of systems and breaking chains, friendship and furry animals make life livable again. Lord of light is the command module. Bringer of gregorian chant is the best maximal. Pre-operation relaxation systems best beat the organelle. Brain it, cave-headed open wounds and millenial fortifications - get that job done as best you can, and move that tectonic plate to the left and to the right. Center, center, dead center is the best operative. Its a bitter pill bigger job workers to swallow . Liminal surfaces and scientific method. Breaker. Line up rugby style. Dance crews tried to make me non operate on the operating systems. Line up open call for lifters. Anti-gravity and anti-matter, its a physical thing our last and our lasting relationships. Peer into the great big hole called haPPY.Sobriety and fullness. Need time? Need swine? Need mine? Dont do drugs but enter the space of absolute dream scene. Scene establishment is extremely important for a newy. Dont always make a mark but at least you are giving it a go and letting the gods of the humours be thy ultimate judge. The ultimate judge of all those little micro-desicions you make over and over agin. Its not worth crying over.
Its not worth dying over or even dying for. SO give it your best and dont ever question yourself. Gently, gently, gingerly does it my son. Ginger and spice all thing nice rupert. Juliet Wallace was a good ole' stick - i hope to hell that evereything gets better . So many others have fallen by the wayside, so keep in touch with reality because when we say we care we really really do, you have to build up you have to add and add more and then when you are ready , you will receive the fantastic gift of oratory that was given unto plato and all and sundry. So give it a shot, no no no , not in the arm in the bottom. its that bottom sifter pledge that really warms it in. Killing for entertainments sake was  dropped as a sport or as public node of concentration millenia ago, but it dosent mean that we don't lust for it anymore. So linger ye still and blast away the algae, blast away the dendritic spores that  keep adhesing to thy temples. Charge charge charge to youre credit car and store up your store cards .People we need a new device, we need a new bringer of dearth. Measure for measure is please a good thing or a gooder thing?


I THINK we need more FREAKS

Monday, July 23, 2018

what i'd do with my billions part six

Hey watch this. Nah. Don't. Don't waste your time. Go read a book.

Okay, woke up this morning ,  a 'human' 'body'  - a swirling galaxy of hormone and hit-n-miss stasis yearning complex systems, hundreds upon thousands of cells and biochemicals and other agents following orders, genetic orders, just doing what it does. A hulking biochemical protein shake, mastered by some internal drive - some sort  of driver, a motivational electrical lump of grey coil. There mere fact that I, and you, and you, and even the most 'un-deserving' of us  at-all exist is analogous to winning the lottery a million times over, in some sort of sequence that eventually indicates Pi (?) But NO. THEY want you to believe you are nothing but a servant of the consumer system we have no option but to follow. They want you to serve and follow and compromise your life away for the local industrialist - because an entrepreneur is morally, dynamically, geo-physically, psychologically.......MORE JUST. More worthy of a place on Earths heavenly spaces.
They want you to just get on with the mundanity. So do it. And in the main, of course, without question, we do. Thats how the banking cartels planned it, and that's how we play it. Amen.
Today, i require a secretary to schedule my many meetings with Kazakhstani real estate agents, councilors and actors. I need to do some work on the  'Patagonia Deal' (worst deal ever) . 
I need to now look into purchasing a few venues spaces in Berlin - if indeed such a thing is possible anymore. These are the new days son - its is patently obvious the illuminatiists want the anti-establishmentarian hippy/punk youth movements to dry up, to die: to be forgotten like some vainglorious dream, some abberative vapourtrail, some anomalous monopole moment that almost......really......REALLY did rock the boat. They have done well in re-packaging, reviewing and re-telling the story, literally selling it for pennies on the pound back to younger, potentially deadlier  generations (the mass shooters/the iphone addicts/the monosyllabists) - each one to be directed further ands further away from the point of departure from conservative control.
My suggestion is that the beginning of the end lof conservative control was the dropping of the nuclear bombs on Nagasaki and Hiroshima - 1945. This is the beginning of the end on a number of fronts. This was the end of the British Empire as statesman or world ruler. This was the beginning of the USA-as-absolute lord of earth, the takeover of  worlds media. When the Solid State technology was formularized, commericalized, rolled out and re-uptaken -- -- -- we arrive at the post modern .


I will keep blogging. Lets go shopping btw, i keep forgetting im a literal 'multi' billionaire. What do i 'want'.
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a THROBBING GRISTLE T-SHIRT line to flood the market at K-MART in Melbourne Australia.
Can this be done? Let us look now for TG tees.
I invisage this incredible pan-psychic pan-sexual pagan act will become an absolute must have cultural staple in the glorious  2020s. I will strike a bargain with